When the two girls returned to the dining room, they had removed thier party dresses, and appeared wrapped in thier cotton bath robes.  Twelve year old Sissy had largely been the instigator of all this, but fourteen year Lacy was the one who spoke.

"Mom, Dad, we have a gift for you.  Up in our bedroom.  Would you come upstairs with us, please?"

Mom and Dad glanced at each other, and Dad said: " Sure, girls."  On the way up to the girl's room, Dad asked Mom: "What do you suppose they have that they needed to keep in thier room?"  Mom made a non-commital noise, and shook her head.

When they entered the room, what they saw left them stunned.  The large bed the girls shared, had been pushed more toward the window side.  In the other corner, the girls had stretched a piece of metal pipe across the tops of the book cases.  Dangling from the pipe were two ropes.  Each rope ended in a neatly tied gallows noose.  Mom's small bunny mouth dropped open, and her eyes grew large.  Dad's hound ears perked up and his long tail stiffened behind him.  While their parents were distracted, Lacy and Sissy slipped off thier robes and let them fall to the floor.

Sissy, had not yet  experienced menarche.  Her long bunny ears still had thier childhood flop.  Her chest was boyish flat but her nipples protruded prominantly through the white belly fur that ran from her neck to her groin where it disappeared behind her pink panties.  The pink stood out sharply against her soft grey pelt.  Lacy had begun menarche.  Her ears were beginning to stiffen in that awkward way of teenagers.  Small boobs could be seen swelling on her chest, and her hips were beginning to spread.  Her bright red panties were, if anything, even more dramatic than Sissy's pink.

"Girls - " began thier mother.

"See, Mom," said Lacy, "Patty the babysitter likes to look at Da's computer porn after we go to bed.  We sometimes sneak down and watch her playing with herself from under the dining room table. 

"Once she forgot to turn off the computer and we were able to slip in and see what she was looking at.  It was so exciting that we've sneaked back a few times to see for ourselves."

Mom started again: "Now, Lacy - "  It was obvious that the invasion of privacy was going to make her angry, so Lacy hurried on.

"We guessed that the killing fantasy isn't really something you want to do to us.  I mean that'd be crazy.  But there are a great many of that kind of thing on the computer - "

"We went to Ralph's Daddy," said Sissy.

"Yeah," continued Lacy.  "He's a powerful necromancer, so we gave him our allowance and asked him for a spell that would let you snuff us, like in your fantasy, but not really kill us."  She grabbed a sheet of paper off of the bed.  "All I have to do is say this trigger word, and you can snuff us, and we'll wake up in the morning."  

Sissy walked briskly over to the corner.  Two chairs were placed between the nooses and the bed.  Sissy picked up the pink cloth ribbons from one chair.  Lacy continued: "The spell uses a form of tantric energy; it's powered by sex.  You charge it up by sharing sex in the room where the paper is."  

One pink ribbon had loops tied in the ends.  Sissy slipped a loop over one wrist and pulled the slip knot tight.  She then wrapped the other ribbon over her eyes and under her long floppy ears, and began to tie it in place.  Lacy set the paper on her dresser, and hurried over to the other chair, saying: "We know it's supposed to hurt like blazes - being strangled - but that's alright.  We want to do this.  We really do!"

Quickly, she slipped a red ribbon loop over one wrist, and bent her head to slip the noose around her neck.  Before she tied on the blind fold she could Mom and Dad, staring with odd looks on thier faces.  Awe?  Amazement?  Arousal?  Lacy couldn't tell.  "We weren't sure if you would be comfortable shaing sex with us watching, so we decided on the blindfolds."  Slip the other wrist into the other loop and tug on them to pull them tight behind her back.  

The two girls stood on the edge of thier chairs, Sissy in pink panties and ribbons, Lacy in red panties and ribbons; blindfolded, hands tied behind thier backs, brown hemp nooses around thier necks.  From the bed it would be easy to grab the back of a chair, and with a gentle tug send one of the girls crashing into the grip of the deadly rope.

Lacy heard Dad say: "Honey, what do we -" then clothing noises, a zipper.  Dad said "Are you -"  Eating noises.  Bed springs.  Low moans.  Then more kissing noises.  More creaking bed springs.  A soft giggle from Mom.  The moaning grew louder and more insistent; sometimes Mom, and sometimes Dad.

Mom murmered: "Now dear.  Now!"  Dad replied: "Let me get -" and a grunt.  "Wait," said Mom, "Wait!"  Lacy heard the scrape of a chair over the floor.  Sissy made a strange sound, and the rope around Lacy's neck twitched.  Lacy guessed that Sissy was hanging.  She wished she could see; she wanted to watch, too!

The creaking bed springs became rythmic, steady, and slowly getting deeper and stronger.  Mom was making strange little noises, as if she were trying to make words, but couldn't.  The Dad growled out: "Dear!"  Mom panted: "Yes!  Yes!"

Suddenly, Lacy felt a jerk and the rope around her neck hit her hard.  She felt the rooom spinning - No, that was her swinging.  She couldn't breath; no last minute gasp, no thin thread of air slipping past the rope.  Her throat was completely crushed closed.  For a moment she felt a strange sense of distance; so, this is what it felt like to hang.  How long could she hold her breath?

Not long.  She felt her lungs try to pull in air and fail.  She felt a pounding in her neck and temple.  She squirmed with discomfort.  Then when that didn't help, she began to flail about.  Finally panic set  in.  She didn't know it was panic; she only knew she lost all control, and began to thrash around madly.  Kicking - Heaving - Jerking -  

It was warm and something was lying against Lacy's back.  She opened her eyes, and saw Sissy lying in front her, still asleep.  There was something she couldn't quite see behind Sissy.  She shifted slightly so she could look.  Dad was lying on the far side of the bed, curled up to Sissy.  Lacy felt a motion behind her, and she turned her head.  It was Mom, lying on the edge of the bed, curled up to Lacy.  Mom smiled sleepily.

"How are you dear?" asked Mom.

"Um. Okay I guess."

"How was it?"  

How was -  Hanging!  Lacy and Sissy had hanged for Mom and Dad to watch.  Darkness - the rope -  the pressure - the fear - kicking -

"Funny," murmured Lacy, "I don't remember how  it ended."

"Was it very bad?"

"Um.  Yeah.  But, I could do it again."

Mom smiled.  Sissy stirred and made a noise.

"Mom? " said Lacy.  "Do you think, next time, maybe, Sissy and I can share sex with Dad, and you can hang?  I want to watch."

Mom was startled.  Then she looked over her sleeping husband at the corner with the book case.  A thoughtful look crept into her eyes.